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Friday, August 27, 2010

When you're wrong...

He stood there in the forest surrounded by the treesalone with just his future plans and all his memories.He stood there in the forest; not lost, but all alone.He picked this place on purpose. No calls came on his phone,nobody interrupted, nobody criticized, nobody told him what to do. But then he realizedthere is one truth he can’t ignore. He’d learned it from his mom.Even if no woman hears it, what he says is prob’ly wrong.

I know, I know, you've heard the joke. This was just a poetic exercise to contextualize it. I hear a voice in the back of my head saying I should have kept it to myself...the voice sounds...female. The voice is not disagreeing, it just says I was wrong to post it.